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Oops! Forgot to say someone helped me find it!!!
Thank you to the person who helped
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My favorite fan fic I was reading on Ao3 has disappeared. Sadly.. it was good! I mean it had everything like multiple POV's and action and stuff.. and the story, oh the story was well written. It's was a Thranduil x reader (technically the authors OC) where the reader was from reality and got transported to middle (long story) and they're dad was smaug (he was a good dad) the reader was half dragon half elf. And mated to Thranduil. Plus all the rest of the the story (but you get what I'm trying to get say, maybe?)
If anyone finds it again please tell me, I wish to find it!!
(I'll end my rant now..)
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I got the job!!!!!! I guess it's time to be a worker now! (I mean obviously I have to for life reasons)
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Currently procrastinating with writers block and waiting for an interview at my local Tim Hortons... I hope it goes well.
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Why is this me..
Me: i should start writing my fics on wattpad. the readers are waiting for 2 months now
tumblr: here's your favorite authors writing about cody boys
Me: okay. they'll have to wait for another 2 months I guess.....
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Is it just me or does outpost Michael seem really cuddly, he would give the best hugs
I feel like he would too! I feel like he just wants your attention and affection all the time, just a little touch-starved baby who needs hugs.
I can just see him coming up behind you for a hug resting his chin on your shoulder while you do whatever you are doing. He loves lying his head on your lap and listening to you read; Grabbing your hand and plopping it on his head for you to stroke his hair.
Michael is not afraid to be the little spoon as much as he loves to be the big spoon. It's very intimate for him when he's the little spoon, he gets to let his guard down with you. Resting his head on your chest over your heart is his favorite, your beating heart calms him and helps him relax.
Near everyone else, he's cold as ice. Always in command and never off his guard. Game player, charismatic, and confident. But alone with you, the facade breaks away and he can be himself.
#ahs#michael langdon#ahs apocalypse#american horror story#michael langdon fanfiction#michael langdon x reader#apocalypse
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Ahh I am excited to read! Don't worry about not posting in a while though that's totally okay, can't to see what you write next especially if it's for xavier!! ♡♡♡
This one is really a hard one for me and and it's pushing me in a way the gives me a challenge. It's really fun working on this thanks for asking for this one!!!!! ♡♡♡
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Do you take requests for xavier plympton x reader?
Yes I'm working on one right now! Sorry for the wait and that I haven't posted any fanfics in a bit.. my bad. But! I am working on stuff right now for everyone and I hope you guys like them
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I think 90s Salem would actually like Michael 🤣 Outpost Michael dandering around with Salem in his arms doesn't seem to far fetched to me (I miss libby so much, she should have been besties with madison)
I dunno if you've seen good omens but I can just see aziraphale and crowley springing up out of nowhere with Adam Young and Adam being like excuse me Mr but you're wrecking everything, I'm in the real anti christ and I don't actually want the world end, I think that would kill micheal for a little while but then he'd be like ehh why wouldn't this happen of course this would happen to me
Sorry for all the random asks but I'm new to the langdon fandom (?) First time watching that I couldn't stand him and I couldn't even watch it all because gore is so very much not my thing and anyway the langdon icon and hp theme drew me in
I would love to see Sabrina and Michael interact together!! And yes I have seen good omens, that show is so good!! What if Michael and Adam are both the antichrist in that world and Adam helps Michael see things in a better light.
Don't worry about, you can ask as many questions as you want. This is a question free zone in my blog, feel free to say what you want or want to have written. I don't judge.
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I'm constantly daydreaming of harry potter/ahs crossovers, if I'm not daydreaming about micheal as rodolphus then im being super cringe and daydreaming about micheal x y/n riddle 🤣 or langdon and riddle being at hogwarts at the same time and they're rivals
Tbh I think minvera mcgonagall could have fixed mikey if she had the chance to be his hogwarts mother
If the shows had of come out at a similar time there could have been a chilling adventures of sabrina/ahs crossover I think that would have been cool with the academy's all doing the 7 wonders and micheal and sabrina interacting
Sometimes I think Lucifer/ahs crossover would be hilarious like micheal meeting lucifer and lucifer just smacking him upside the head like you stupid little idiot why would you make the world end I was perfectly happy being co detectives with my human wife chloe and micheal just being like well shit I thought you wanted me to
Those are great ideas!!!! Maybe I should be learning from you. But I'll see what i can do to make those a reality!!!
But if I did a Sabrina the teenage witch cross over it would be the 90s version!!!
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I LOVE the hufflepuff theme with the langdon icon, it shouldn't fit but it does 🤣 I'm my mind he's rodolphus lestrange anyway, but then if rodolphus looked that pretty and bellatrix still preferred baldy barefoot no nose voldy then she really did deserve azkaban
I dont wanna go to work tonight I want micheal to swoop in with his adorable cloak and floofy hair, blow up all the delivery boxes and take me away like he got madison out of her retail hell (at least there's no customers at night so I can't exactly say its hell it's alright I'd just rather not lol)
Haha thanks for liking my weird theme!! And yeah if Rodolphus look half as good as Michael, TO AZKABAN WITH BELLATRIX if SHE STILL WANTS A BALD NO NOSED MAN LIKE VOLDY OVER HIM!!!!
I would also want Michael to take me away from my retail job like he did for Maddison.. the dream.. but you now having me think of a Harry Potter and American Horror Story cross over!!
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I made a mood board for a story I want to create!!!! Anyone interested?
#ahs#ahs apocalypse#michael langdon#american horror story#michael langdon fanfiction#michael langdon x reader#apocalypse#michael langdon x you
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A Meeting To Another World
summary: another long day for you, but somethings are left out for you
Warnings: none? (I think?)
Authors note: Chapter 3! Sorry this took a while! Again. Life has it's way to creep up on you. Everyone is probably done with me apologizing all the time, but at least it's out finally!! (Sorry if it's a slow starting story, it will pick up and be a little crazy!)
When you woke up the warmth you felt all night was gone. You turned over and placed your hand on the empty space next to you. Michael was gone, it was like he was never there. 'It would make sense he wouldn't stay.' The air was cold, making you miss his warmth.
On that note you got up and changed into a cute flowy black dress with pockets and some fuzzy black slippers you found in your room. 'Hmm, those weren't there before?' You shook off the thought and went to the bathroom. Your toiletries in hand.
You went to the bathroom, brushed your teeth and brushed you hair, a list you would check off every morning when you left your room. The bathroom was in colors of gery, it was quite nice. With that you went downstairs and into the kitchen.
No one was there. Yet again, you were alone. It made you think of the times you would wake up before your family sitting in the living room watching TV. Smiling at the thought, you went into the kitchen. On the counter was a tray. On the tray was coffee a bowl full of fruit, and a plate with toast, eggs, and bacon. A spoon and fork was beside it. 'Still warm..' It was weird, food and slippers were out for you in the morning.
Did Michael do that for you? 'Of course, idiot. There's no one else here! Or is there?' You joked with yourself, of course no one else is there. It was only you, and Michael. You felt weird thinking and saying that. You live with, what should be, a fictional character. And you live in, what should be, a fictional world. It still feels like a dream you made up. But if it was a dream you would have woken up by now. Right?
You took your breakfast and coffee to make your way to the living room, still thinking of the thought. The living room was spacious and the color scheme was blue, white and grey. Not at all what you expected. In your mind you imagined colors of red and black to cover the walls and furniture.
You ate your breakfast watching whatever nonsense show you could find to fill the silence of the house completely. The food tasted like heaven on earth the first bite, everything was made to perfection and the coffee wasn't half bad either. You drank every last drop and ate every piece of your breakfast filled with temporary satisfaction throughout your being. But the satisfaction didn't last, you felt lonely and bored again. No show or movie you watched on the air peaked your interest and fill the void.
'Was this what everyday will feel like?' It made you think, why did he bring you here if he was just going to be gone most of the time? It was selfish to think like that since it was only your first day, but that doesn't change how it felt.
After another mindlessly boring episode of whatever was on was done you got up to explore your new home. You already explored downstairs so you went upstairs. Other than your room and the bathroom there were three other rooms, one being Michael's.
The first room you went into was the door right in front of your own. In said room was a study, the walls on either side of the room were covered with bookshelves. The wall adjacent to you had only a painting of the four horsemen, and a desk was near the back of the room, on the desk was a computer and a lamp. A carpet of red, brown, and black was in front of the desk. The color scheme of this room was darker and more warm tones were added. It was different from the lightly colored rooms you've seen in the house, not that you minded. It was comforting almost, and added to Michael's style well.
The next room was locked. Which was strange. The only room he said not to go in was his own. But then why was this one locked? Not that it mattered much to you, but it was strange.
The only room left was, what you assumed, Michael's room. Michael's door was darker than the rest. It drew you close, but you didn't want to disregard the one rule Michael had. Even if it was tempting. Not that he would know either, or would he?
You dismissed the thought and went to your room to retrieve your phone, making your way downstairs. On your phone you looked at your contacts. Looking at the names of the people you loved. Most of them were your family. You kept the conversations of the ones that were gone, too grieved to delete the numbers from your contacts. You didn't realize you were crying until a tear fell onto your phone. You let yourself cry. It seems like that's all you can do now. You felt weak for crying so much. It's not like that'll bring them back.
Even if they were alive you can't see them now. You were in another world, another universe, and another place in time.
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A couple of hours had passed and there was still no sign of Michael. Not that he had to come back, but it did worry you. It was getting dark and the street lights had just turned on. Rain drops just started to hit the ground, you could hear them hit the window in the living room.
The front door unlocked and Your ears perked up. Looking over the couch to see Michael walk through the door and up the stairs. His umbrella was carelessly placed by the door.
You followed him, not knowing why but you wanted to see him. You needed to.
Up the stairs Michael was heading towards his room. Opening the door slightly before closing it behind him. You were about to go downstairs when he came out with a computer and went into the study.
You followed and stood in the middle of the room. At that point Michael finally noticed you and put his computer down.
"Angel, why are you just standing there? Is there something you need?" He asked sweetly. A part of you melted when he called you that, another part of you was unimpressed by the sentiment. ''What?' Questioning yourself at why that poped into your head.
"Uh, I um.. wanted to.."You couldn't find the right words, not that you knew why you wanted to see him in the first place. You played with the bottom of your dress, not meeting Michael's eyes.
"Do you want to sit next to me?" Michael suggested, motioning to the empty place next to him.
Nodding to his suggestion he flicked his wrist and a chair appeared beside him. Michael moved over giving you room to sit down. It still astonished you that he could do that. You grabbed a book and feebly sat down next to him and your phone out of your dress pocket to play your favorite Playlist. With that you finally started reading your book.
Under Michael's demeanor he was quite pleased and surprised that you wished to be near him. It felt nice to be in someone else's presence instead of being alone. He glanced in your direction before getting to work, typing away.
The book you picked out was quite interesting to you, falling in love with death. Being the only person he could touch. At first not loving him but hating him, while he loved you already. It drew you in, sympathizing with death. He's been alone all this time. You also sympathized with the girl. Everyone she loved died. Halfway through the book already. your eyes felt heavy and it was getting hard to focus.
You placed your book gently on the table and rested your head on your arms. taking a headphone out and turning your music down. It was comforting to hear the quiet sound of clicking that came from Michael's computer as he typed. The sound slowly disappeared from your ears as you drifted off to sleep.
A couple minutes turned to a couple hours as Michael continued the documents he needed for the end of the world. It was quite tiring and stressful. Michael leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. After a few seconds which felt like a few minutes Michael leaned forward, placing his elbows one his knees and rubbing his eyes. Michael kept his hand there for a while as his mind raced. He had to meet the two Crackheads tomorrow and finish the documents, among other things.
Michael sighed looking up at the books to the right of him, so many titles that meant nothing to him. Most things were nothing to him. Except her. Michael looked at you, you looked so much like her. Only thing was that you weren't her, he knew you weren't. Sometimes he could pretend you were, like this morning. He pretended you were her, but it felt wrong pretending you were. You were your own person. He could see that, clear as day.
Michael noticed you were sleeping, your breathing patterns were deeper, and your heartbeat was slow and steady. Soft snores came from you, making Michael smile. You looked so peaceful, one headphone not in your ear. He could hear your music, west coast by Lana Del Ray was playing quietly. Michael almost didn't want to disturb you, but he wouldn't leave you to sleep in the study.
Michael rose from his chair, rounded the desk and took your headphone out of your other ear. turning off your music and put your phone into his pocket. He tucked his left hand under your knee and lifted you gently into his arms, his right arm supporting your back. Your head lulled to his shoulder as you made a slight noise. He paused to make sure he didn't wake you before opening the door with his powers. Crossing the hallway to your room.
You woke up slightly when he opened your door. Too drowsy to open your eyes you felt him place you on what you assumed was your bed. Gently draping the blanket over your form. Before he left, he leaned over you and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
"Goodnight angel," Michael whispered, leaving and closing the door silently behind him.
You fell asleep right afterwards, sleep taking over you before you could process what he did.
#ahs#michael langdon#ahs apocalypse#american horror story#michael langdon fanfiction#michael langdon x reader#apocalypse#michael langdon x you
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Announcement!!
I apologize for not finishing the third chapter of the meeting to another world! Again work has gotten in the way and I'm a bit stressed. I hope you can forgive me, but it will come out soon!! I promise (soon-ish)
#ahs#michael langdon#american horror story#michael langdon fanfiction#michael langdon x reader#apocalypse#michael langdon x you#michael langdon imagine
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Requests are open!!!
If any of you want me to write for any character in specific I am willing to write!
Only (for now) if I know the character
#ahs#michael langdon#valiant thor#cedric diggory#andy dolan#fred weasley#duncan shepherd#xavier plympton#hp#stranger things#marvel#bucky barnes#wanda maximoff#natasha romanoff#peter parker#billy hargrove#steve harrington#robin buckley#eddie munson
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Can I just say thank you for liking my chapter!!!💖
A Meeting To Another World
summary: Michael takes you to his world and in the first few minutes leaves you alone, in his home
warnings: mention of earthquakes, and other deaths(but other than that it should be fine)
Authors note: Chapter 2! Sorry this took a while! I really did want this to be a weekly thing but I got busy with my new job. And boy, do new jobs take a lot out of you.
Michael let you collect a few items from the ruins of your apartment, he helped of course. The items you took were some clothes, books, a couple movies and shows, a painting, little figures, a bottle of perfume, and stuffed animals. Michael couldn't help but let a smile slip when he saw you holding a stuffed animal that didn't fit in your suitcase. You also changed, finally feeling insecure about being half naked in front of a man you didn't know.
"Is that all you want to bring?" Michael asked. He was standing where he was when you first saw him. Where everything changed. His vacant expression graced his face again. Everything about him screamed mystery, something you had to get used to.
"That's all that wasn't broken," you told him. Everything else you wanted was smashed, cracked, or hidden under the wreckage.
"Just so you know once you come with me, you can never come back. I only have enough power to make it here and back once. Are you positive you still want to come with me?" Michael explained. He seemed nervous, hiding it terribly.
You surveyed the aftermath of the earthquake, taking in what happened here. The urge to cry was strong, but you suppressed the need to. Your old life was over, even if you still had your friends. You would never be truly happy without your family. They were everything to you. Your family was one of the only things holding you together. It sounds stupid, but it was true. But now they were gone, and not coming back this time.
"I'm positive. I want to go with you," you said looking back at him. Walking closer, taking your suitcase in a tight grip, the stuffed animal that was in your arms on top of the suitcase now. Just a while ago you were in the shower waiting for your family to come home to watch Lord of the Rings again. Now you were standing on an unsteady ground with, what should be, a fictional character to go with them to their world.
"Okay," he said, unsure if you were going to change your mind mid spell. Once Michael was sure, he took your hands in his gently. His eyes closed and held your hands tighter, beginning the spell that got him here. A soft glow was coming from your connected hands, and the air around them stilled. It was like particles of light covered your hands and started to surround you two. The particles around you began to spin clockwise and your senses felt like they were blurring together. Nothing felt real at that moment. You watched the world break away, baffled. It felt like you were going to float away, but Michael kept you grounded. A dribble of crimson blood trickled out of his nose and he started to shake a little, holding onto you tighter.
The world around you came back like puzzle pieces, fitting together perfectly. Your feet touched the ground and the light faded. Michael opened his eyes slowly, looking tired. Out of nowhere you reached out and wiped the blood from his nose on your sleeve. This shocked Michael, flinching slightly when you wiped his face.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have done that," you said, letting go of his hand that you still held. His hand chased yours but then retracted. 'Interesting'
"It's alright," he said, looking away. "Your room is upstairs, first door to the right, the bathroom is a door down. I have to go somewhere right now, but you can explore the house if you so desire. Don't go into the room at the back, that's my room. I'll be back shortly," he said, he left out the front door. Leaving you alone.
You stayed where you were for a while. You were in the hallway of a modern looking house, there were no pictures on the wall, and at the end of the hall led to the kitchen. The other way led to the front door, an arch to where you assume is the living room and some stairs. You grabbed your suitcase and went up the stairs.
Your room was slightly bare but had some clothes your size in the wardrobe, surprisingly. The bedsheets were black and the blanket was dark purple. A desk was by the window and had a good quality computer with a lamp near it. It looked like a big collage bedroom you'd see in a movie.
Once you got settled and opened the wardrobe again so you could find a shirt, since yours had Michael's now dried blood on the sleeve. The tops in the wardrobe were your taste, maybe more like how you wanted to dress. You opted for a dark blue long-sleeved shirt with a dark gray tank top underneath because the top was too low for your liking. It matched your dark colored jeans well. The tops were soft on your skin and looked a little expensive, was this version of you rich?
It was weird to be here, this girl used to live here. Not you. It's like you replaced her, No. You DID replace her. You are nothing more than a new toy because the other one was broken. You shook off the thought and went downstairs to the kitchen. Hunger taking over your form.
The wood flooring was cold under your bare feet and the house was light without needing the lights on, but you turned them on anyways. 'What to make? Real question, what do I want?' Looking in the cupboards you decided to make stir fry. Chopping up some the veggies and adding spices when and if needed. The butter melted in the pan over the vegetables and made it smell better. Tasting it you thought it needed more garlic and chopped away not looking where you chopped thinking of all the times your sister made stir fry. She knew exactly how to make it taste like heaven without needing to think. Remorse hit you before the knife missed and sliced your finger deep.
"Crap!" You exclaimed. Cradling your finger in your grasp. Taking a look, it was bad. It gushed a little, and dripped on the floor a bit.
Of course that's when Michael entered the house. You haphazardly turned off the stove and moved it off the burner before the food burned, taking paper towel to clean up the blood everywhere before he walked into the room.
Michael hummed in delight smelling the food, entering the kitchen not seeing you yet because of the island you hid behind cleaning up the rest of your blood up.
Michael could smell the blood. "Did something happen when I was gone?" He asked innocently. 'Shoot! What do I do?'
"Uh, no. Just dropped a piece of carrot, I'm making stir fry if you want any?" You said, putting the blood drenched paper towel in the garbage under the sink. You got up covering your bloody finger behind you.
Michael wasn't convinced, but went along with your lie anyway. He walked over as you tried to hide your finger from him. He was a foot away, looking down at you. "Are you sure?" He asked, he knew. He had to know, but you kept lying.
"Yup, just finishing up in here. Why don't you just go into the dining room and I'll dish out the food," you said, looking down, unable to meet his eyes.
"Ok," that's all he said as he walked away. You let out the breath you didn't know you were holding. Only until he walked around some counters and sat down staring at you. He took off his blood red gloves, his head resting in the palm of his hand. This amused him. "Well?" He said, still looking at you. 'Of course the dining room was connected to the kitchen, how did I not see that?'
"Um, well I.. Uh I need t-" you started before he interrupted you.
"Stop lying. I know you cut yourself. Let me see it," he sighed, done with your lying. You walked over your finger still tightly gripped by your other hand.
"It's not that bad.." You mumbled.
"What did I say about lying?" He said, not amused anymore. You looked away embarrassed at your attempts and showed him your finger. He gently grabbed your hand, you noticed he seemed to always touch you as if you were fragile. "Looks pretty deep, almost to the bone. Yet it looks like it doesn't hurt too much, does it?" He said, turning your hand for any other marks, brow quirked. He looked up at you to listen to your answer.
"It does just a little," you said, looking down at your feet. You hissed as the wound burned all of a sudden. The blood that came from it on your hand went slowly back into your veins. Then the skin knit itself back into place as if nothing happened.
Michael stared into your eyes the whole time, watching your reaction, studying you. You intrigued him, something about you was different from her. Except the obvious of course.
"Better?" He inquired.
"Yes, thank you," you said before you looked down again. You washed your hands before dishing out the stir fry. Eating inn silence, maybe a bit of small talk, but not a lot. You went to bed after washing your dishes. Stripping out of your clothes and into a baggy shirt to sleep in. Falling asleep was hard, all you could think about was what happened today. Working, showering, meeting Michael, the earthquake, and the death of your family. It was too much. What confused you was how friendly you were with Michael. You didn't want to be a replacement, but at the same time you didn't want to be alone. You cried finally, letting out your pain. All that troubled you. Crying yourself to sleep.
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Your dreams tormented you, they were all of your family dying over and over. They died in different ways, until the dream was of the earthquake. You were watching from afar, unable to do anything. Your mother, sister, and step father walked through the door taking off their shoes and locked the door when the earthquake happened. You cried out to them, but no sound came out. The roof cracked, all of them looking up holding each other, then they looked at you before the roof caved in. Someone called your name, but no one was there. They called a couple more times before you woke up and saw Michael. He was on top of you, arms holding your shoulders, shaking you gently to stay awake.
"I'm sorry for waking you, but you were screaming. Calling for your family, and crying a lot. Are you okay?" He told and asked you. He looked worried, his hair was slightly messy and his eyes searching yours to know if you were okay. He was distressed, you could see it. Like he really cared about you. His hand stroked your cheek, and then it stayed there patiently waiting for your answer.
You let out a sob, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you. He let you, pulling you in his arms. Your chests touching and hearts in sync. He held you as you cried, while also trying not to crush you. You cried for all the deaths you saw in your dreams, it traumatized you. He told you that he was there and that nothing was going to hurt you, kissing your forehead once. He reassured you with his sweet words of different things every time.
When you calmed down he tried to pull away but you tightened your grip on his neck. He sighed knowing you wouldn't let go before taking you in his arms and flipping you two so that you were resting on his chest. He let you hold onto him, gently stroking you back. You felt yourself drifting off again, soothed by Michael's embrace and presence. The last thing you heard was a sob and the form underneath you shake a little before sleep washed over you.
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